"We're okay!" She yelled, and nothing happened. She turned her gaze to the pale, highly emotional, pregnant, thin, grieving Lady Guinevere. "I am not saying you have to give up this room, but you need to move to a different room during your pregnancy. Your child needs to have a room that has air movement. Maybe we can have the walls modified to add a window or something while you are away from here, but you'll need to switch for a bit. It's for your health. I am not trying to take things away from you. I have no greed in this respect." She looked at her, the colour slowly returning to her face, as if she was sizing her up.
"Why do you care so much about me? If you are related to Arthur and Lady Morgan, what you did for her makes sense, but why me? Forget the child in my stomach. Why?" Artie made a face at her question. She didn't want to lie, but….
"Oh, you aren't going to like my answer." Artie told her, and her back stiffened.
